𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈

Chapter 5: Cranks

~Y/n P.O.V.~

We continued running through the sand. I could hear all the guards behind us, yelling while searching. But, I'm pretty sure we lost them, for now. We had made it up the hill and searched for any kind of shelter, until I heard Teresa speak up.

"In here!"

We turned our heads, seeing her running towards a window. I ran after her, all the guys calling for us. She jumped through the window, sliding down the sand hill, me right behind her, and the guys right behind me.

Once Thomas was down, he started freaking out again, frantically looking around.

"We gotta go. We gotta keep going!" He said.

I nodded, agreeing with him. If it's really Wicked like he said it was, then we needed to get as far away from her as possible.

"He's right." I agreed.

"No. Y/n, Thomas. Tell me what's going on." Teresa spoke.

"It's Wicked. They lied to us. We never escaped. Me and Aris, we found bodies." Thomas informed everyone.

"What do you mean? Dead bodies?" Minho asked, squeezing my hand.

"No, but they weren't alive either. They had them strung up, tubes coming out of them. They were being drained. There's something inside of us that Wicked wants. Something in our blood. So, we have to get as far away from them as possible." Thomas explained.

In the corner of my eye, I keep seeing Teresa touch the back of her neck, rubbing it. What's up with her?

"Okay. So, what's the plan?" Newt asked Thomas.

Thomas didn't say anything, just looked down at the ground. Clearly, he didn't have a plan.

"You do have a plan, right?"

"Yeah... I don't know." Thomas muttered.

"Well, we followed you out here, Thomas. And now you're saying that you have no idea where we're going or what we're doing!" Newt almost shouted at him.

Thomas continued looking at the ground, pursing his lips, then Aris spoke up, "Wait, Janson said something about people hiding in the mountains. Some kind of resistance or army."

"The Right Arm." Thomas nodded, looking at Aris before looking at us. "If they're really against Wicked, maybe they can help us."

We nodded a little, but clearly, Newt didn't like that idea and spoke again, "People. In the mountains. Mountain people. That's your plan?" 

"It's the only chance we have." I defended Thomas.

He looked at me with a small grateful smile, making me smile back. It was silent between all of us, before someone spoke, a couple feet away from us.

"Guys." Winston called.

We all turned towards him, seeing him crouched down, a flashlight in hand, looking down at the sand. We walked to him, seeing what he was looking at, and saw footprints in the sand, leading somewhere.

"Someone's been down here." 

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~Y/n P.O.V.~

We followed the footprints, which led us, to what looked like it use to be a store. I had found some clothes to put on, so I did before going a little farther with Minho and Thomas. Minho wanted me to stay close to him, which I obeyed to.

I had found a backpack and starting packing things that I found which could be useful. Thomas went a little bit more ahead of Minho and I. I went into a different direction, not too far from either of them, but was pulled back by a hand on my wrist.